i AM the small who
loving ALL
a large living
quietly THERE
where GOD permits
poets go to write
to be identified
with all is life
And life is spread
out upon my heart
as golden fields
a heart and soul (me)
tramples in delight
of love for words
and HIS voice
it may be too late for
men but yet early for
God i’ve once read before
and true true Emily!

:: 09-15-2015 ::

IF I should wait
for window panes
too clear for life
I should wait for soul’s eyes
to see
widow’s pain whose eyes
look back upon kinder times

To see a dying eye is two
a broken heart more than few
if I wait for window panes
then pray I allow the rain
to clear the stains
of all I feel
and life too

:: 09-15-2015 ::

BEAUTY is the god permitting
ingenious angels whom (i kissed
within a feverish dream)
that each can make its own
life. And how many times my
heart dragged a sour mouth
–sweet heart. The ache
of love glazed once over,
which is normally death
but not our own.
The promise is life
hung overhead by strength
of undeniable love.
My lover! My only one!

:: 09-13-2015 ::

Where I ever had my hands
upon the embroidered heart
of my soul we danced then
delightfully kissed golden
light-like that sun watching
the blue fell for night
that dark secret spot
only lovers share —
for me and you
i should spread my
humbled promise to never
reveal this beauty
outside of you:
He who wishes
for garments of Heaven
within your heart

:: 09-13-2015 ::